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He was interrupted by a knock on the door.
But Harry still, pretending to be asleep. He heard Ron leave again, and rolled over on his back, his eyes wide open.
"What was the point waking me up?" the Fat Lady called grumpily after him as he walked away.
"Why?" he said again.
One by one, the pairs of feet in front of Harry took the weight of their owners once more; hems of cloaks swung into sight, and Madam Rosemerta's glittering heels disappeared behind the bar. The door of the Three Broomsticks opened again, there was another flurry of snow, and the teachers had disappeared.
"Did she say who did it?" said Dumbledore quietly.
"The fortress is set on a tiny island, way out to sea, but they don't need walls and water to keep the prisoners in, not when they're all trapped inside their own heads, incapable of a single cheery thought. Most of them go mad within weeks."
Harry peered over the heads in front of him. The portrait seemed to be closed.
"A cherry syrup and soda with ice and umbrella --"
Professor Dumbledore paused, about to leave the hall, and said, "Oh, yes, you'll be needing..."
Lupin made a sudden motion with his arm as though to grip Harry's shoulder, but thought better of it. There was a moment's Silence, then --
"Lupin drank it?" he gasped. "Is he mad?"
"I should think not," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "How are we supposed to teach with those horrors floating around?"
"Who cares?" said Ron impatiently. "Listen, Harry, can I have a go on it? Can I?"
"Expecto patronum, " Harry repeated under his breath, "expecto patronum."
He lost track of time. It was getting harder and harder to hold his broom straight. The sky was getting darker, as though night had decided to come early. Twice Harry nearly hit another player, without knowing whether it was a teammate or opponent; everyone was now so wet, and the rain so thick, he could hardly tell them apart....,
Meanwhile, in the rest of the castle, the usual magnificent Christmas decorations had been put up, despite the fact that hardly any of the students remained to enjoy them. Thick streamers of holly and mistletoe were strung along the corridors, mysterious lights shone from inside every suit of armor, and the Great Hall was filled with its usual twelve Christmas trees, glittering with golden stars. A powerful and delicious smell of cooking pervaded the corridors, and by Christmas Eve, it had grown so strong that even Scabbers poked his nose out of the shelter of Ron's pocket to sniff hopefully at the air.;